Doctor's Virgin (Innocence Book 3)

by Roxeanne Rolling

  Except for his suit, he doesn’t look like any billionaire finance man I’ve ever seen. His hair isn’t slicked back, and he’s not clean shaven. His stubble is a fine grit that runs along his razor-sharp jaw line.

  An intricate tattoo is partially visible on the side of his neck, above his shirt collar. Normally I don’t go for tattoos, but on him… it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  Everyone stares at him. It’s impossible to look away.

  He’s a head taller than everyone else, and he moves with the muscular power of an athlete.

  A look of intense concentration runs across his face. The message is clear: he’s the boss, and he’s not taking shit from anyone.

  “That’s the boss,” whispers Natalie, one of my coworkers.

  “I don’t think anyone would doubt that,” I say.

  Before Natalie can say anything, his eyes lock onto mine.

  I second guess myself at first. Out of everyone here, why would he be staring at me? Does he think I’m someone else?

  But there’s really no second guessing. He devours me with his eyes.

  I should look away, but I just can’t.

  “He was staring at you,” exclaims Natalie, when he finally moves into the next room.

  “I don’t think so,” I whisper. “He couldn’t be.”

  But it becomes clear that he is. There’s no denying the fact that he’s staring right at me, without breaking his gaze as he moves across the floor.

  He moves out of the room, and everyone’s gaze follows him until he’s gone.

  I hope Natalie doesn’t notice that my breathing has grown more rapid. If I had a fan with me, I’d fan myself.

  “It’s hot in here, isn’t it?” I say, trying to play off my blushing face.

  Natalie just gives me a look. “Don’t worry,” she says. “He made me feel the same way the first time I saw him.”

  “I don’t know if I can get used to that look,” I say.

  “You’re new here, right?” says Natalie.

  She’s actually one of the few people here whose name I know.

  “Yeah,” I say. “It’s my first week.”

  There’s so much more to my story, but I’ve grown cautious about overwhelming people by dumping my whole life story on them, so I just try to keep it simple.

  “Well, welcome aboard,” says Natalie. “Looks like the boss has taken a fancy to you.”

  We introduced ourselves my first day on the job, but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t remember my name. I don’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, though, by reminding her. I tend to remember people’s names when they don’t remember mine, and it makes me nervous.

  Natalie heads out of the mailroom, clutching a bundle of copies.

  I’m the mail room worker. But there isn’t really much intra-office mail these days, with email and all. Mostly, working in a mail room these days means being something like a secretary’s assistant. I help people make copies. I scan documents, and print things, along with making posters for business presentations.

  I never thought I’d be working in a mail room. Not that there’s anything wrong with it. But less than a year ago, I was on track to finishing law school. I was working like a demon, studying 80 hours a week, and I was on track to graduating first in my class. Basically, I was headed for a successful career right after graduation. People said I would make partner within a few years.

  Then came the fatigue, which hit me like a ton of bricks. People said I was just overworked and exhausted, and that’s what the doctor said at first too. But the diagnosis quickly became more severe, the specialist telling me that I had full blown chronic fatigue syndrome. It was like drowning—just trying to do everyday tasks became impossible. It was a herculean effort just to lift my arm up, or to try to get out of bed.

  It didn’t help that my dad used my identity to create a bunch of credit cards in my name, squandering a huge amount of money and then leaving me with the debt. That was the straw that broke my back, so to speak. I felt I couldn’t trust anyone. Just thinking about it made me even more exhausted.

  Here I am, a little less than a year later, basically completely recovered. I don’t have any more fatigue. I got into meditation and yoga, and learned to go easy on myself.

  Losing my virginity wasn’t exactly on the top of my list of things to deal with when I had all that crazy fatigue.

  I try to keep my mind focused on reloading the paper for one of the printers, but my mind keeps going back to that man, the boss, who wouldn’t stop staring at me. Even though it’s been almost ten minutes since he’s passed by, I’m still flustered.

  Does he stare that way at everyone? Or is it just me?

  He couldn’t possibly see something special in me, could he?

  But even amidst my doubts, deep down, I know the answer: no, that was a special look, just for me.

  But it’s not like I can do anything about it. The last thing I need in my life right now is more complication. I’m trying to simplify. Keeping things simple is what’s kept me from the fatigue.

  And it’s not like I have any experience anyway.

  I graduated high school early, and then graduated college early. I was the youngest student in my law class. I was always motivated, an overachiever. That meant that I never had time for socializing, or for… sex.

  Yup, I’m a virgin.

  Hardly anyone knows, except my best friend June. After all, in this day and age, it’s considered something shameful. It’s not exactly something you go around telling people.

  But, at this point, I’m getting the feeling that I just need to go ahead and do something about it. It’s becoming a problem, a problem I keep telling myself I should tackle with the same enthusiasm I always tackled my studies with.

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  Excerpt from Running Back’s Baby

  The windows of my old car are steaming up. I’m breathing heavily, my breasts rising and falling.

  Dan is next to me, his massive and muscular body turned towards me from the passenger seat. He’s over six feet tall and easily 200 pounds of solid muscle.

  His hair is a gorgeous brown, with just enough wave to it. His eyes are a piercing blue that seem to see right through me.

  “It’s so great seeing you again,” says Dan, looking right into my eyes.

  “You, too,” I say, hoping I don’t sound too breathless with desire.

  We’re parked at the edge of a deserted park. The dark trees rise up around us, and if the windows weren’t fogged, we’d be able to see the bright stars in the pitch-black sky.

  “We never got to spend much time together in high school,” says Dan.

  “It’s almost midnight,” I say.

  “Won’t you stay out with me a little while longer?”

  I nod my head shyly. “Of course,” I say, my voice almost a whisper.

  “You’ve become so beautiful,” says Dan.

  I don’t know what to say. It feels like my voice is stuck. I can’t believe he’s telling me I’m beautiful! I can’t believe it! These thoughts race through my head, exploding like firecrackers.

  Dan was the football star in high school. Every girl wanted him, and he seemed to want them all.

  I want to tell him that I can’t believe he’s sitting in the car with me here at midnight. I want to tell him that he’s the most beautiful, handsome, hot man I’ve ever seen in my life. I want to tell him so many things, but instead, I say something inane, because I don’t know what else to say.

  “So you really like college, then?” I say.

  “Sure,” says Dan, laughing. “It’s amazing. I’ve got a ton of friends from the football team, and Coach really likes me. The parties are amazing. You should think about visiting sometime.”

  “I’d really like that,” I say.

  “Plus,” says Dan. “It’s nothing like high school. People aren’t as divided into cliques the way they were. In college, you’re just who you are. People don’t judg
e you.”

  “That’d be nice,” I say, laughing nervously.

  Dan was the star jock in high school, the popular kid. We were in the same class, but we rarely talked, even though we lived on the same block. I was the shy nerd, the good student. I was on the total opposite social spectrum from Dan.

  I never thought he’d look my way. I never thought he’d be looking at me as he is now, only inches away from me in the steamed up car.

  “I’m glad we had you and your dad over for dinner tonight,” says Dan.

  “Me too,” I say.

  I’m trying to stay calm on the outside, but inside my mind is racing with anxiety. I want so desperately to kiss him. But does he want me? Could he possibly want me?

  I can’t believe I’m sitting so close to him.

  Does he notice my rapid breathing? Does he see my nipples?

  Dan is home from for Thanksgiving, and because of my dad’s situation, his family invited us over for dinner. Dan somehow wrangled me into driving him to the store, and then suggested we drive to this deserted park, and that’s why we’re here now.

  Dan’s in his first year at college, at the big university, Cratemore, playing football on a scholarship. I should be at college too now, but I’m at home taking care of my dad.

  “You know,” says Dan. “I meet a lot of girls at school…”

  I hold my breath. Where is he going with this? He doesn’t want me after all? My pulse feels like it’s skyrocketing again, my heart beating fast. I worry that I’ll break into a cold sweat.

  I want him. I want him so much, like no one else I’ve ever seen.

  “But you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” says Dan.

  My heart stops for a moment. I can’t believe my ears. I open my mouth but no words come out.

  Dan chuckles. “I’m serious,” he says. “It’s not just some line.”

  “I know it’s not,” I say, finally finding my voice.

  Dan gazes into my eyes. He’s leaning in, across the gap between our seats that now seems impossibly large.

  He places his large, strong hand gently on my shoulder.

  His massive chest is coming towards me. His mouth is just an inch from mine, getting closer and closer.

  I bring my lips to meet his, and he kisses me, and I kiss him back. It’s the most incredible sensation, but I’m almost distracted from it by thinking, “I can’t believe this is happening! I can’t believe it! Dan! I’m making out with Dan!”

  Dan’s lips are just perfect. His hand is brushing across my shoulder, towards my breasts, and I’ve never wanted someone to touch me more. Come on, I think, touch me. I need to feel you on me breasts, on my chest. I need you to feel my hard nipples and massage me and I need you to make me moan.

  Is his cock hard? I want to reach out and touch it like I’ve never wanted anything before. I want to swallow up his hard cock, wrapping my lips around it. I want him inside me, deep inside me, thrusting into me as he makes me moan, as he grunts in pleasure.

  There’s a loud rapping sound at my window.

  “What was that?” says Dan, pulling away from me.

  I already long for Dan’s lips again to be on mine. He feels so far away now, and I feel alone, so alone. He’s less than a foot from me in the passenger’s seat, but it feels like miles.

  But my lingering is replaced by fear. Who’s at the window? I’m terrified. My heart is pounding, about to leap through my chest.

  “Roll down the window,” says a commanding voice from the outside.

  “I think it’s the police,” says Dan, sounding calm himself. “Come on, roll it down. It’s fine.”

  But the fact that it’s the police doesn’t make me feel any easier. Aren’t we breaking the law by being here? We’re not supposed to be at this park after hours, especially not at midnight.

  “Won’t we get in trouble?” I whisper to Dan.

  “It’s fine,” says Dan, grinning at me.

  I take him at his word and start to roll the window down. The car is an old beater, all that I can afford, and the window makes crunching sounds as it rolls down.

  Sure enough, it’s a tall police officer shining a light in our faces.

  “License and registration,” he says, not sounding the least bit friendly.

  “Officer,” I say, my voice a pleading tone. “I’m sorry. I know we’re here after hours, but…”

  “License and registration,” says the officer, sounding even less friendly before.

  He’s going to arrest us. I know it. I’m going to have to have my sick dad come down to the jail and bail me out, and who knows how much this is going to cost me. It could be thousands of dollars, and it could go on my permanent record. I don’t even have a record, and now I’m going to have a criminal one. I’ll have to let my employers know I have a criminal record. I’ll never get a job again.

  “Sir,” I say. “I can explain…”

  “It’s OK, Chloe,” says Dan in a soothing voice.

  “Step out of the car,” says the officer, almost shouting at me.

  I start to cry.

  “Step out of the car,” he says.

  Like a robot, I do what he says, opening the car door that squeaks on its rusty hinges. I’m certain this is the end of any opportunities I’ll ever have.

  “Both of you. Step out of the car.”

  I’m standing in the cold, shivering, with the officer towering above me. He shines the bright light in my face and I go blind for a moment.

  I’m just waiting for the handcuffs to be slapped around my wrists.

  Now he shines the light at Dan.

  “Dan!” he suddenly says, his whole tone changing. Now he doesn’t sound like a strict and gruff police officer. “Is that you, Dan?”

  “Yup,” says Dan, holding up his hand against the blinding light.

  “Sorry,” says the officer, lowering the light. “Man, I can’t believe that’s you, Dan. You used to kill it on the field at Randolph High. You’re playing for Cratemore, now, right?”

  “That’s right, sir. Starting linebacker.”

  It turns out the police officer is a huge football fan, and he’s been following Dan since his freshman year at Randolph High. And he’s a huge college sports fanatic, and watches every one of Cratemore’s games.

  “I know you all are going to make it to the championship this year,” says the officer.

  “I sure hope so,” says Dan, looking impossibly cute, impossibly hot as he says it.

  The red and blue siren lights of the cop car are still flashing, and I’m still feeling anxious.

  But, without even checking our papers, the officer bids us a good night, and tells us to more careful next time.

  “Give ‘em hell in the next game,” he says, waving at us jovially, before turning to his police car.

  “Nice guy,” says Dan, getting back into the car.

  “I thought he was going to arrest us for sure,” I say.

  “Nah,” says Dan.

  With the anxiety fading, my desire for Dan returns, and it returns strong. I want his lips to be on mine again, and I want his hands on me. I want him.

  But I figure we can’t exactly sit here in the car. The officer was nice, but he’s clearly waiting for us to leave the deserted park, so I crank the engine and drive slowly towards home.

  I don’t know where to go. Will it seem like I want Dan too much if I pull over the car and just start making out with him again? The spontaneity of the park moment is long gone, and I just can’t figure out the strategy of it this time… How did Dan make it seem so casual?

  “Well,” I say awkwardly as I pull up to Dan’s house. “Here we are.”

  I look over at Dan and he’s staring at me and grinning.

  “You want to come in?” he says.

  “Oh,” I say, conscious that I want to come in more than anything in the world. “But what about your parents?”

  But that makes me sound like I want him! I think to myself, nearly screami
ng at myself in my head.

  Dan chuckles. “They’re asleep,” he says.

  I’m going to do it, I think to myself. I’m going to go in, and I can barely wait until I wrap my fingers around his hard, naked cock. I can almost see it before me, massive and hard in my imagination.

  I stare ahead of me, out the windshield, looking at the cold white glow from the streetlights.

  Suddenly, I remember I need to get home. My dad’s going to be needing his medication before he goes to bed. Shit, it’s always something.

  “Sorry,” I say. “I really would like to, but my dad… I need to get home…”

  “Oh,” says Dan. “That’s OK. I understand. It must be really hard for you, with him being sick and all…”

  I nod my head stiffly.

  “Well,” says Dan. “I’m not heading back to school for another few days. Want to hang out tomorrow?”

  “Of course,” I say.

  “Great,” says Dan, kissing me again full on the lips.

  We almost fall into another intense make out session, but I force myself to pull away from him, saying I’ve really got to get going.

  Dan winks at me as he gets out of the car, and I watch him jogging lightly up to his parents’ house.

  I drive back in silence to my dad’s house, where I sit in the car in the driveway, thinking about tonight, and, honestly, dreading the moment I have to go in and see my dad. Each day, his illness gets more severe and harder to take. It’s just hard seeing him deteriorate like this right before my eyes, no matter what I do.

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